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Jesse grinned against his lips, and then reached across into the drawer of his bedside table, pulling out a small tube that hadn’t been there last time.

Jamie barely registered the sound of the cap popping open before cool slickness spread over his entrance.

Jesse’s hand moved carefully, massaging him for a bit before pressing in with one slow, deliberate finger.

Another low moan escaped Jamie’s lips. His body arched in response, the leather belt tightening around his wrists as he instinctively tugged against it.

Jesse sank back into another feverish kiss. Jamie eagerly joined in; he couldn’t get enough, even when Jesse added a second finger a little later, and then a third. He craved more, needed Jesse to give him everything, right now.

And Jesse, it seemed, couldn’t wait, either.

He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths as he pulled back just enough to meet Jamie’s eyes.

Pushing himself up to his knees and reaching over to the bedside table once more, he got something else out; the same small sleeve he’d used last time, and slipped it on.

Then he grabbed Jamie’s waist, pulling him a few inches down the bed.

The leather bit harder into Jamie’s skin.

“Green?” Jesse panted, checking in again.

“Yes,” Jamie breathed.

And then—finally—Jesse’s hands slid firmly down Jamie’s legs, gripping just behind his knees. With a steady push, he tilted Jamie’s hips upward. The shift opened Jamie just a little more, just enough, before Jesse lowered himself down, and pressed against him.

The very moment Jesse started to push in, Jamie couldn’t help but tense.

His breath caught in his throat as a sharp, burning stretch tore through him, and a hissed breath escaped his lips.

His legs trembled as he tried to anchor himself against the wave of discomfort.

He’d expected this moment, had known it would come.

He knew it would only take a few moments before it would begin to feel so much better; and yet, right now, it was too much.

Jesse stilled. His lips found Jamie’s throat, warm and soft, and pressed lingering, patient kisses along his pulse to ground him, while his hand held Jamie’s hip steady.

“Breathe,” Jesse murmured, his voice thick with restraint, with care.

Kissing just below Jamie’s ear, his lips brushed in soft, coaxing strokes.

He didn’t move, didn’t push further, didn’t pull away—just stayed there, kissing him, whispering soft things against his skin, waiting for him to catch up.

Jamie shuddered beneath him. He could feel Jesse’s heartbeat against his chest, racing just as fast as his own.

His head tipped back against the pillows as his muscles twitched with the effort to adjust. His lungs heaved uneven breaths, the sting ebbing just enough, becoming something more bearable, something he could work with.

The pain was still there, but so was the heat, the slow melting of his body around Jesse’s presence.

Jesse pressed a softer kiss to the corner of Jamie’s lips, his hand trailing upwards and stroking slow, soothing patterns over Jamie’s side. “You okay?” he breathed.

Jamie swallowed hard. Lifting his head back up, his gaze locked onto Jesse’s, and he gave him a reassuring, small nod. “Y-yeah,” he panted, his voice breathy, but certain. “Keep… keep going.”

“Okay.”

Meeting Jamie’s lips in another deep and tender kiss, Jesse began to push inside more firmly. Inch by inch, he stretched him open, until finally, Jamie’s muscles let him in.

Jesse’s hips rolled into him, slow and deep.

The discomfort began to fade.

“F-fuck…” Jamie let out a breathy moan and squeezed his eyes shut, his head tilting back against the pillows once more.

Every movement felt deliberate. Each slow retreat was followed by a deep, measured thrust that coiled heat low in his stomach as Jesse filled him up to the brim.

The weight of Jesse above him, the warmth of his breath against Jamie’s skin, the way his muscles tensed and shifted with each careful thrust—it was intoxicating.

And when Jesse began to thrust a little harder, their bodies moved together in a rhythm that was almost hypnotic.

It felt even better than Jamie remembered.

But even through the pleasure, he felt Jesse holding back.

Jamie didn’t know why. He didn’t feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable at all. What was the point of telling Jamie what words to use in such a case, if Jesse wasn’t going far enough to give Jamie the chance to find out if he liked it or not?

“J-Jesse,” Jamie panted. “You’re… still holding back.

” He fluttered open his eyes, looking into Jesse’s face and seeing a mixture of uncertainty and longing etched into it; as if he wanted nothing more than to go harder, but didn’t know if Jamie was ready.

“You don’t… n-need to,” Jamie assured him. “Trust me.”

A glint of something new lit Jesse’s dark eyes. He drew in a trembling breath and then pursed his lips, and nodded. “Okay.”

Before Jamie had the chance to say anything more—before he even had enough time to prepare himself for whatever would come next—he felt Jesse’s strong grip take hold of him, and deliver a thrust that was so much harder, so much sharper, that it almost took Jamie’s breath away.

It hit him deep within, reaching a spot inside him that he hadn’t even known he had.

His back arched, and Jamie couldn’t help the loud gasp, or rather cry, that tore out of him.

The leather bit into his wrists, the sweet ache adding to the overwhelming pleasure, so intense that his fingers clenched into fists and his toes curled up tight.

The skin on his entire body was tingling.

“Again!” Jamie found himself panting, shuddering beneath Jesse in the most delicious way possible.

And Jesse obeyed, sending another thrill of satisfaction through him, harder than the last.

Nothing had ever hurt so good.